ONE LOVE, ONE KISS, ONE DRINK, ONE SONG, ALL YOU – t. jost
warning(s): language, angst, implied sex, drinking + driving [please don’t ever do this], very brief mention of blood, mention of a hospital + coroner’s office [identifying a loved one], mentions of funeral services + a cemetery, death and ultimate sadness [aka fair warning, this is about to be one sad ass fic<3]
loosely inspired by: one love, one kiss, one drink, one song by chase rice
word count: 26,323
an: this fic is for the summer fic exchange 2k21! i had the utmost pleasure of writing this piece for the organizer herself, demi, aka @antoineroussel. i’ve never done anything like this and it was really fun to partake and truly felt a little more creative and excited to write for this fic exchange, especially with how organized it was!
He couldn’t stop replaying that last conversation in his head.
Two weeks after the fact and it was all he could think about.
“If you go, we’re done.”
Her hand paused in the bowl on the table console that was filled with everyone else’s car keys who chose to drive. As she turned around and looked at him, her brows furrowed as her eyes gauged the seriousness in his tone. “Go where? Home or London?”
“I don’t care, both.” He shrugged, shaking his head.
“Fine. Then I guess we’re done.”
Two weeks after the fact and it was all Tyson could think about– she was all Tyson could think about. Though, when was he never not thinking about her in the eighteen years he’s known her?
Clementine Blake had stumbled into his life the same way she stumbled out of it– with a frown on her face and hurt in her eyes. The only difference was that this time, Tyson was the reason for the hurt that shined in her brown eyes. Brown eyes that he could find himself enamored with for hours if possible. In the sunlight, when the light hit just right, it was like they turned into a golden honey shade. And in the winter months, when the weather was cold, they reminded him of the hot chocolate his Mom used to make him and Kacey on Christmas Eve, that deep chocolate brown that could provide him with a sense of warmth with just one glance.
Brown eyes that with four simple words, he had pushed out of his life forever.